There are neighbourhoods in London that carry a different weight. Belgravia is one of them — white facades, quiet grandeur, the kind of elegance that has never needed to prove itself.

Bergamot opens with effortless brightness, blackcurrant adding a whisper of depth. Freesia and lily of the valley move through the heart — delicate but never fragile, refined without effort. Vetiver and musk close with quiet authority, the signature of someone who was never trying to impress you.